What a privilege it is, to be able to try to reduce harm towards animals and the planet.
I was having this thought just today when a bird shat on my head through the mosquito netting. I didn’t take it as a sign, or at least not a negative one. I just laughed and immediately washed my hair, watching the rainstorm that night clean the hammock for me. The symbolism I assign to events, I keep learning, is my choice.
Each time I sit down to eat, I try to remember that, too. What a privilege it is, to be able to try to reduce harm towards animals and the planet. How impossible it seems, as one of the big ones, not to hurt in ways big and small every day. What a beautiful dance, deciding to try anyway, imperfectly but with intention.